stepping out of my free verse comfort zone, for sake of a Pantoum, tell me what you thingk


Gardens (a Pantoum)

more than rock, more than the acres and trees
this place is lovely with roses and thorns
spring heals the barren trees
and when the grass is past the knees, we allow for sake of wild flowers

this place is lovely with roses and thorns
ivy lattices through until it's out grown the fence
when the grass is past the knees, we allow for sake of wild flowers
White Cranes walk gently on the banks of the pond

ivy lattices through until it's out grown the fence
thin pedals adorn the blackberry bush before they exchange for berries
White Cranes walk gently on the banks of the pond
this is where my mother lives, her face more pleasant than the gardens

thin pedals adorn the blackberry bush before they exchange for berries
she shares the same roof with the Hummingbirds as they drink ruby nectar
this is where my mother lives, her face more pleasant than the gardens
more than rock, more than the acres and trees




Poetry by Christin Brennan
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Written on 2010-04-20 at 00:09

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Teddy Donobauer
An interesting read indeed, one learns as one yearns to understand other writers minds.
2011-01-22


Brian Oarr
Lovely, Christin ... eloquent beauty in this piece!

Brian
2010-09-06


shells
Have to admit I had no idea what a Pantoum was, had to look it up on Wikipedia, so have yet to study the form. I can say I enjoyed the piece immensely, a walk through nature to your mothers house, I loved the line "her face more pleasant than the gardens." I did wonder why you used capitals for the birds.
2010-04-20